Walk down Dry Creek

From the creek at the line between Floyd's place and Combs' place to the slab at the back of Billy Joe's place.

A tree on the ridge between that old house and the creek.  In the distance to the left is about Grandpa Powell's place, as best I can tell.

The creek.  Mostly, I walked on David's side of the creek.  The other side was bluff until I got past Morris and Grandpa Powell's place.  Sometimes I walked at the edge of the bottom  land instead of in the creek.

This is just a few hundred yards after I got to the creek.  I have on my boots and a back pack with some food and water.  I only ate part of a sandwich and an orange and drank  a little water.  By the time I got to the end, I was hungry but decided to wait and have something at home besides peanut butter and jelly, if I could just get a taxi home.

I am going to fix my timer so it will go more than 10 secs. I am too old for 10 secs.

The creek looked mostly like  this.

The old Robertson house from the  creek.  I could see this, David's house, the water tower by Peden's, and finally Peden's place many places along the creek.  It was usually pretty easy to tell where I was.

 

Still Combs place here.

That is Brenda Combs' place.  It is less than a quarter mile from the creek.  David owns the land on the other side, our side, of the creek here.

  

Deer running from me.  There were 4 or 5 of them and one was a big buck with a rack.

On and on and on went the creek, long after I thought I should be coming to a road.

Turn after turn.

Here, I know where I am and the road runs in front of this house.  You can't really see the road in the pic, but I could see it.

After a turn I am at this bluff, going back west towards that house in the last pic.

I am thinking surely the creek connects with that road around here, but it just keeps going and going and going.

Here, I decide to walk out in the bottom land...

and cut across the field to the road.

On the road, going back towards the creek, away from home.

Here is the slab across Dry Creek.  The first road that crosses the creek between us and almost Denver.

The water is sluggish here and the view both  up and down the creek is unremarkable.  After getting back on the road towards home I  call for a ride.  They are all outside so it is about 10 minutes before they call me back. George says he will come pick me up.

A lot of bull.

A coyote crossing the field.

The house where Helen picked me up in the distance.  Around the bend and up that hill is Peden's place.  I am about 3.5 miles from home by the road when I get to that house.  I walked 5 miles by the time I got home.  Helen fed me a really good ham sandwich and another orange for desert.  I was glad I did not have to walk up that hill. 

I think I will try this again in the spring, when things are in bloom.  Next, I am walking down Callen's Branch from the bottom of the big red hill to Smother's crossing and maybe on to Billy Joe's, or maybe not.